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Living the path of a fanboy is a long and arduous one. A life-long mission, an endless campaign. As they are not born, fans are trained. They are fated however, to follow the sunshine they are gifted as tiny sunflowers.
'This is all for his beloved,' Amemura Ramuda, an up and coming fashion Designer from Shibuya repeats like a mantra. He pushes his face closer to the mirror, checking if there are any smudges his pink eyeshadow. Seeing how immaculately applied it is, he soon puts on a winged eyeliner. He blinks twice, checking any type of irritation on the brown soft contact lenses he wears just in case. He reapplies his blush, smacks his lips painted in baby pink tint.
He's not used to wearing too much makeup, but as they say efforts breed success and so Ramuda invests much of it on this venture.
"Ramuda, are you sure about this?" A brunette wearing a white over a khaki coat hisses. Now that he's out of his traditional scholar garb with his wavy hair parted on one side, no one will think that he is the renowned novelist — Yumeno Gentaro.
He is standing beside his friend who wears a long sleeved white top with sailor collar filled with frills. Ramuda matches it with a pink skirt, puffed by a thick petticoat and accented with a gigantic ribbon tied behind him. Its tulle outer layer is studded with strawberry hand stitched sequinned prints all over while the inner, longer skirt has its hem printed with pink and purple color splashes.
"Eh? Is this design too ugly for me?" Ramuda spins, loving the way his skirt hangs on his body. "This is a sample for my new collection. Should I remove it?"
Gentaro breathes out, annoyed. "You know that's not what I'm asking about, correct?"
The pink-haired man huffs, crossing his arms.
The plan was made and ironed out months ago. Ramuda took all necessary steps to one) fake his identity through the man suspiciously Gentaro is acquainted with two) ask a nice onee-san to give him access to enter Chuohku for his fake ID three) get a ticket to watch the division rap battle championship finals where his idol, love of his life and starlight, Jinguji Jakurai of Matenrou is performing.
"Of course I am!" Ramuda yells, taking the placard he painstakingly took three days to hand-paint. He slings his purple ita-bag displaying his Jakurai omanjuu, mochi (all types of it from the original to the extra wardrobe 02 that took him a six months waiting period after fighting tooth and claws to book a preorder slot), corocot, nendoroid and pins. After slipping his eight Jakurai lighted signet rings and one Hifumi and Doppo on his fingers, he places one hand on his hip, looking up smugly at the horrified face his friend is wearing whenever he sees Ramuda in his full fanboy getup. "No one gets in the way of me seeing Jakurai live!"
"Oi, ya done there?" From the front door of the comfort room where they are camping, Dice, another friend of theirs, yells. In order to avoid contacting the police for crossdressing, they made the cobalt blue haired man stay on guard at the entrance and allow no one to enter. "Get outta there if you're done, Ramuda."
After doing a final spin, Ramuda skips towards the exit. The heels of his platform shoes make loud thumping sounds, alerting Dice. He stares at Ramuda, face impassive. "So, how do I look?"
"Uh, just Ramuda with a skirt?" Dice answers dumbly and honestly, Ramuda expects this response from him. As if taking his silence as scrutinising him, the guy quickly adds. "I-I mean y'look great! Ahahaha!"
At the corner of his eyes, he notices Gentaro glaring at his legs. He is most of the time unreadable but what he's thinking this time is as clear as day. Ramuda should design Gentaro an A-line skirt to emphasize the goddamn seductive hips the man keeps hidden under his grandpa clothes.
"Geez, thank you for the compliment. You should reserve a better one for my next model," Ramuda teases, giving Gentaro a playful wink. He enjoys seeing his friend getting all flustered and would love to drop more hints about the Brunette's so-so-obvious crushing on their ultra dense Dice if not for the announcement ringing on the speakers.
[To all audiences, kindly enter the west gate, block B of Chuohku. The Division Rap Battle Championship Finals is about to start in fifteen minutes...]
"Time to go! Wish me luck!" Ramuda blows them a kiss before heading towards the gate mentioned by the speaker. From his Itabag, Ramuda grabs his fake ID and pass. Surely, they won't notice, right? Ramuda hopes that no one will make them flip his skirt! Upon arriving at the gate studded with graffiti art, the lady who's as tall as him stares at him then to his ID and back at him, intently. She cocks her head to the side, her ponytail brunette hair swaying.
"Amemura-chan, you sure you don't need a guardian with you?" She asks in a friendly tone.
Ramuda hides the urge to kill Gentaro's agent for listing his age as eighteen under his smile. "Nope!" He squints his eyes, reading the officer's name on her name badge. "Kanaria-onee-chan, I'm fine on my own! I'm a big girl now!" He adds a high-pitched giggle to his little talk for good measure.
Relief passes on those pretty pink eyes, then she smiles, "If the event becomes too stressful for you, I will help escort you out." Nodding to her proposal, Ramuda passes by her then waves his hand goodbye. For a second there, he thought he's busted.
They fall in line, waiting to be ushered by more ladies in dark blue uniform and pink arm bands. He gasps, looking at the coliseum that slowly becomes bigger and bigger as they walk closer. From outside, the building is already magnificent but the inside is more like the ones where concerts are held. Seats are arranged in an amphitheatre style, one chair is higher than the one above.
Looking down on his ticket to figure out his seat, Ramuda bumps into someone. "I-I'm sorry!" He squeaks an apology, holding to the pair of hands preventing him from falling on the plight of stairs.
"Are you looking for your seat?" A voice so gentle asks. When he looks up, Ramuda sees an angel. Well, almost literally with her silver hair that reaches above her shoulders and that sweet smile. Her naturally pink eyes fall on the ticket on Ramuda's hand.
"Ah, yes! Can Nemu-onee-chan help me?"
"May I see your ticket?" Ramuda hands it over to the lady with the name tag Nemu , waiting patiently as she scans it. "This is on the C1." She points towards the lower part of the coliseum, near the stage. The fashion Designer's heart jumps in excitement, learning that he booked the best seat.
Thanking Nemu, Ramuda skips towards his seat. He checks his card number, looking at the stage, anticipating. The lights dance on the stage as the year's theme plays and the audience roars. The large projector screen lights up, displaying the logo for the year's DRB.
After a few minutes, they flash footage of the teams walking towards the arena. There is just one person Ramuda's attention is focused on — a man far too tall that the fashion designer thinks he's just right below his chest.
He tucks a stray strand of his long lush grey and purple hair as he ducks down to speak to his teammate. He has the kindest shade of blue for his eyes and his voice is so deep, it gives Ramuda shives and butterflies in his stomach. He is Jinguji Jakurai — leader of Shinjuku's Matenrou, a Doctor at a prestigious hospital.
The projectors on-stage flashed two logos — one with a skull with two guns lying on each side and the other is a wolf's head with buildings resembling a city.
[Ladies and girls! Welcome to 20XX Division Rap Battle Championship tournament! Various teams from all of the divisions in Japan battled their hearts out but only two remained! From Yokohama Division — Mad Trigger Crew!] The other logo dims while the other shines bright blue. [Aohitsugi Samatoki, Iruma Jyuto, Busujima Mason Rio!]
Ramuda practically vibrates on his seat, heart rate probably going too high to be considered medically concerning.
[From Shinjuku Division — Matenrou!] He yells at this point, hoping to jump on the stage and lick on Jakurai's picture as it's shown on the screen. [Jinguji Jakurai, Izanami Hifumi, Kannonzaka Doppo!] Even more that the performers appear on-stage.
Facing off their enemy team, Jakurai stands too beautiful despite the tears on his coat (the Ramuda wants to fix) and the bruises he sustained from the previous battle. Aohitsugi Samatoki, who looks so similar to Nemu, speaks first about sending him and teammates to the hospital. If Jakurai isn't going to deliver his speech next, Ramuda definitely boo-ed at him. "Don't make me laugh," Jakurai says "you can't reach my level."
Ramuda, with his single (and horny):brain cell taking the reins, yells: "YOU CAN REACH DEEP INSIDE ME, SENSEI!" Flashing his placard saying 'put your babies in me', he continues pouring his heart out: "BREED ME!" Only when the Doctor he's been lusting on turns quiet did Ramuda notice that he heard him. Azure eyes directly looking at his cerulean ones, the man gives him a shy smile which he returns with an awkward one.
Jssjdhsjmssmaka, PLEASE K-WORD HIM NOW.
The rest of the members' speeches and even Chuohku's announcement fly over his head. Despite the shame, he can't take his eyes off Jakurai. Not when the man takes occasional glances towards his direction.
[Ready... Bring the beat!]
He hears the speakers boom and watches the man activate his mic. He runs his hand on the stand; Ramuda begs (and would like to offer) his leg to replace the stand. Their speakers appear next; Jakurai resembling a giant cross looms behind him. As it lights up, it casts shadows on the Doctor's face making him intimidating and hot.
Ramuda can feel the whole coliseum trembling as the beat starts. Everyone is now focused on the teams battling for their territories. Lyrics travel across the performers, putting damage on each other that is almost invisible to the naked eye. If one is to turn a blind eye to the reality of this whole bizarre event, they would really seem to be just normal idols anyone can admire.
Ramuda finds himself wincing everytime Jakurai and his team gets a hit. The red head almost falls to his knees one time, saved by Doctor before he's declared in capacitated. On the Albino's team, he sees one black-haired man coughing blood yet still urges himself to fight. Both teams go at it until it's down to the leaders.
The sight is brutal. Their phrases continue to fall from those now bruised and bloodied lips. Both of them are roaring their frustrations until only one is left standing. Ramuda can't bear to focus anywhere but Jakurai, who uses his mic stand to keep himself from falling. As if remembering something, the Doctor's eyes flit towards Ramuda's direction and lock on to his own.
Again, Ramuda begs: he wants to replace the mic stand with his body